To Claim a Wilde (Harlequin Kimani Romance Series #441)

To Claim a Wilde (Harlequin Kimani Romance Series #441)

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

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Overview

To Claim a Wilde (Harlequin Kimani Romance Series #441) by Kimberly Kaye Terry

A Wilde man will lasso your heart 

Naomi McBride left her Wyoming town to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor. But saving her family ranch from foreclosure trumps everything now. That's why the pediatrician has arrived in Cheyenne to confront Canton Wilde. The fabulously wealthy oil tycoon may be part of a far-reaching scheme to take the McBride lands. So why is this man with the haunting midnight-blue eyes tempting her to trust in the desire he's awakening—feelings she vowed never to give in to again?  

The curvaceous beauty that shows up unannounced at his homestead is a challenge Canton can't ignore. The Wilde heir has one ironclad rule: never mix business and pleasure. Only now he's in too deep to care. Will the truth about a secret he's keeping sabotage his future with Naomi? Or will their sizzling affair become a lifetime of love?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460385197
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/01/2015
Series: Wilde in Wyoming Series
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 310,111
File size: 467 KB

About the Author

Kimberly Kaye Terry’s love for reading romance began at an early age. She holds a bachelor's degree in social work and a master's in human relations and has been a licensed social worker and mental-health therapist in various cities in the U. S. and abroad—but she is happy to call writing her full-time job. She believes in embracing the powerful woman within each of us and meditates on a regular basis.

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"Hey, Canton, check her out, damn. Man…now that's what you call fine as hell!"

Canton Wilde barely refrained from wincing at the sound of his friend's booming voice that he could still hear over the loud pumping music being blasted by the massive speakers throughout the building.

Ray was a great friend, great employee, great drinking partner and overall great guy…but volume control, especially when he'd been drinking, was definitely not his strength.

Or something easy to ignore.

The fact that Ray was doing his damnedest to find a candidate for Canton for a one-night stand didn't make it any easier to ignore either his friend's loud voice or his intentions.

Yet he'd allowed Ray to convince him to come out for "game night" at one of their favorite watering holes.

He glanced toward the woman Ray was obviously talking about, his beer halfway to his mouth, giving her a casual once-over.

The tall, striking blonde was eyeing him as though he was manna from heaven and her last supper.

He ran an assessing glance over the woman, head to toe, as she posed, cue in hand, butt reared out as she leaned over the pool table, readying her shot.

Already tall, she wore red stilettos that matched the barely there body-hugging scarlet dress, which left nothing to the imagination.

The plunging neckline pushed and pressed up a truly mouthwatering set of breasts, Canton thought, in pure masculine appreciation.

Probably fake.

But hell, she wore 'em well, he thought.

As she leaned over the cue, he knew it was all for show; she'd angled herself to give Canton a good long look at what she had to offer. She was poised for maximum effect, showing off her full hips and round behind.

He briefly wondered if her ass was fake, too. With the growing trend it wasn't out of the ordinary. He liked a nice rear end on a woman, just like the next man. But he preferred the real deal. One that was firm, but soft to touch.

She made the shot and flipped Canton a triumphant smile, showing perfect winter-white teeth.

She turned to her pool partner, another female, and gave her a high five for the well-made shot before hopping up on her stool.

She wrapped her long hand with its dagger-length crimson-painted nails around her glass and took a delicate sip of her drink.

Canton's attention, oddly, focused on her long nails, and how perfectly sculpted they were…and how unappealing they were to him.

Something else new for him.

Before, he would have been imagining what those nails could do on his body.

She casually positioned her shapely legs at a perfect angle for Canton to see that she was sans panties. Then flashed him a wink.

If the vibe the blonde was giving off hadn't been an indication of her interest in him, definitely the audacious flash of bare ass and show of her kitty was, as she returned his stare, boldly and equally assessing.

Her full crimson lips turned up in a seductive little grin…a calculated grin, as she held his gaze.

Canton knew immediately that she was down for… whatever.

But Canton was not.

As attractive and obviously willing as she was, Canton just wasn't interested.

He gave her a barely discernible nod of acknowledgment for the well-played shot and with a small salute of his beer, brought the bottle to his mouth and turned away.

As he shifted away, Canton noticed her crimson lips turn downward in a soured look of irritation and a hint of embarrassment.

He just wasn't interested. Not in a one-night stand and definitely not with a woman he didn't know, not tonight.

In fact, he hadn't felt the need for that type of adult play in a while. Had it been six months ago, and had he been a single man, no doubt about it, it would have been a different scenario playing out.

But a lot had happened in his world over the past six months, things that made a man look at the world in a slightly different way.

"What the…" He turned at Ray's incredulous tone. "Are you serious?" Canton barely refrained from truly laughing out loud at the disbelieving look that crossed his friend's dark brown face. Unknown to him, Ray had been watching the entire exchange.

"Man, you have got to be kidding me!" He shook his head, momentarily at a loss for words. "I thought you were a Wilde!"

Canton's eyes narrowed as he swallowed the beer lodged in his throat.

He turned to the bartender and nodded his head for another before turning back to face his friend.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Ray?" he asked, mildly interested in Ray's response. "Because I'm a Wilde, I have some obligation to screw any willing female?" he scoffed.

"Uh, yeah… Hell yeah, that's what it means," was Ray's unrepentant reply, forcing a rusty laugh from Canton.

Canton turned back and accepted the beer the bartender had placed in front of him.

"Well, if you don't want her." Ray allowed the sentence to hang, his look a cross between hopeful for a chance at the blonde and disgust for his friend's lack of interest in the willing woman.

With a half grunt, half laugh, Canton nodded his head. "Go for it," he encouraged, with casual disregard.

Ray took one last swig of his own beer and laid it on the bar counter and turned to face him, a neutral look on his handsome face.

"Man, you need to get laid. How much longer are you gonna think about…stuff?" his friend asked, his voice as calm as his expression. "How much longer are you gonna hold on to—"

"I'm good," Canton interrupted, before his friend went down that particular path. "Go handle your business, Ray."

Canton chugged half his beer down with a grimace. The reason for his state of mind lately wasn't a subject he wanted to talk about, even with his best friend.

"You need to get back out there, Canton."

At the look Canton gave him, his friend shrugged, gave him an "I tried" type of glance, spun around on his booted feet and left.

With mild interest he observed Ray as he made his way toward the woman, a predatory look on his face.

Canton twisted his large frame in the high-backed stool to face the bar. Six months ago he would have been doing the exact same thing as Ray.

He liked tall women, as he himself was six foot four. She should have been his type. She once was his type. Tall, leggy, sexy, blonde. He mentally ticked off the physical attributes she had that usually stirred his interest and libido. He glanced over his shoulder once more and saw Ray was talking with the blonde.

Just as Ray was now doing, Canton would have leaned down and been totally in her intimate zone. Would have given her whatever smooth words she needed to hear to feel special, to know that the adult games he wanted to play with her had nothing to do with pool, darts or spades.

That she was special to him. That she was the one.

If only for this one night.

He would have crowded her in, given her a taste of the infamous Wilde charm, confident that he'd have her where he wanted. Would have led her away from the bar to wind up at either her place or one of the local motels for the night.

But lately, he hadn't been interested in any of that. Not since his father had passed away, leaving the care of Brick and Riley, his two younger siblings, to him and his brother Tiber.

His brother and sister weren't small children; they were something worse: teenagers. Riley, the youngest and the only Wilde female, was a senior in high school and Brick, his young brother, was in his sophomore year at the university.

Not to mention his breakup with a woman he'd once considered marrying. He knew that Ray, as well as his brothers, thought she was the reason for his state of celibacy, but he knew it wasn't her. He'd come to realize over the past six months that he had in fact dodged the bullet with his fiancée, Anne. Fate had stepped in and actually saved him from possibly making the biggest mistake of his life.

But even to himself, he didn't delve too deeply into what was at the core of his ennui, for lack of a better word.

Lately no woman had captured his attention long enough to make an impression on him. Not even long enough to bed her.

And although he and Anne had broken off the engagement, he knew that she was still there, waiting, wanting him to return. But under her conditions: not only that Canton move out of the family home, but that they buy their own place and also move the wedding date up.

There was no way in hell he was going to do that. His family needed him.

He soon found out why she was so hell-bent on moving the wedding date up.

Canton shook his head, throwing off the heavy thoughts and sting of malcontent.

Family came first. It was a part of the Wilde creed. It was a creed that his pop had drilled into Canton, as well as his brothers and baby sister. And if the woman who purported to care about him didn't realize that, well, then, he had in fact dodged a bullet with her.

His family meant everything to Canton.

Unknown to him, a smile creased his rugged features when he thought of the youngest Wilde, Riley. She was growing up so fast. Kicking and raising hell from the time she came from her mother's womb, she'd been as much of a Wilde from the moment she'd come into the world as his biological brothers.

And now, with Pop gone, all she had was Canton along with his two brothers to look after her. He and Tiber, the oldest, had made a promise to his father that they'd always look after her, that no one would hurt her. A promise he intended to keep.

Because that was what family did. Took care of each other.

It was amazing what responsibility did to a man, Canton thought with a grunt. Made him grow up quick, fast and in a hurry. Also showed who the real deal was when it came to those who loved you. Separated the true from the fair-weather. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Besides, after he ended it with Anne, he hadn't been interested enough in getting "back out there" with anyone. Not exactly soured on love, but damn sure a lot more cautious when it came to trust.

He glanced at his watch, ready to call it quits for the night. He really wasn't in the mood to get "laid" as Ray suggested. Casual sex was the last thing on his mind.

But until Ray decided what he was doing…or who he was doing for the night, he'd wait for his friend to give him the word before he left him to his own devices.

Still looking in the direction of Ray and the blonde, Canton knew it wouldn't be long before Ray gave him the go-ahead to leave.

Until that time… Canton took another long drink from the bottle, his glance casually strolling over the clientele, bored and ready to say screw it and leave. Ray was a big boy; he could handle his own business.

At that moment, Ray gave him the signal and Canton shook his head, one side of his mouth kicked up in a grin.

"Well, no sense in hanging around," he murmured to himself, and drank the last of his beer.

Just as he was ready to turn away and settle his tab, his glance caught that of a woman who stood near her seat at one of the small round high tables, near the bar. He hadn't noticed her before.

She turned to fully face him and their gazes collided. In the act of removing her jacket, she paused, the garment dangling from her fingers. For a long moment she stood there, simply staring at him with her large doe-shaped eyes.

From where she and the woman with her sat, in one of the few well-lit areas and a small distance from where he was, Canton could see her clearly.

Unlike the leggy blonde in the tight red dress and stilettos, she wore a pair of skinny jeans that molded round hips and a plump butt, and ended where she wore knee-high boots.

The shirt she had on beneath the jacket was simple, but man oh man what it did for her curves. Made of some type of clinging material she'd only partially buttoned, the opened collar dipped to a pair of truly beautiful, full breasts, the crests overflowing the top of her bra, just a bit. He wasn't close enough to get a really good look, but dear God… His glance slid over her, seeing how she'd tucked the ends of the shirt into her jeans, showing off a nicely nipped-in waist.

He raised his glance, back up the length of her body until he reached her beautiful round face.

But it was her eyes that got him.

Large, and from his distance appeared light brown, or maybe it was just the dance of light that hit them that made them so. Either way, they had a slight tilt in the corner. A small round nose and full, luscious lips that, along with the shape of her eyes, gave her the appearance of a sulky child.

Her pretty cocoa-brown-colored skin reminded him of silken, rich, decadent dark chocolate… Canton wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. His palms itched to find out. His fingers rubbed against his palms.

Her hair was swept on top of her head in a topknot of some sort, but ringlets of light brown curls framed her heart-shaped face, giving her even more of a look of a pouting adolescent.

Again, his gaze swept over her body.

But any hint of a childlike appearance was negated by her body. She had a body that could raise the dead.

He lifted his glance to meet her sultry eyes and felt his breath hitch and lodge in his throat. She returned his gaze.

First, she bit the corner of her mouth, as though in deep thought, before tugging on the full bottom lip and finally letting it go.

Canton could not look away.

Goddamn.

Their glances held for what seemed like forever. Then moments later, she smiled as though she'd come to some decision.

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